Until the Sun Falls from the Sky(40)
Especially now.
So much, he didn’t wait for her reply and his hand dipped into her underwear. He touched her, finding her sleek, hot and very, very wet.
She was ready and as if to prove this further, at his exploring touch, her neck arched in invitation. An invitation he gratefully accepted.
His lips went to her throat and his teeth tore through, her blood flowing into his mouth at the same time he slid a finger inside her.
She gasped and it wasn’t in pain. It was a sound of sheer pleasure and her hips bucked against his hand.
He withdrew his hand even though he knew she wanted it and he wanted her to have it.
Tonight, however, her lesson would be only about the feeding.
She whimpered when she lost his hand but he drew her blood into his mouth. He heard her second gasp, this one surprised, excited. Her hands coming out of his shirt and, just like that morning but with both of them this time, they came to his neck, up, and then her fingers fisted in his hair. Not to pull him back, to hold him to her.
Her body arched, pressing into his as he heard her heart race, her blood scoring through her system, her breath coming in wilder and wilder pants.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, her hands clenching tighter in his hair. “Oh my God,” she cried softly, trembling underneath him.
His arm wrapped around her low on her hips and he held her body tightly to the warmth of his. He stroked her wound with his tongue and reared up, taking her mouth with his and he kissed her hard.
She kissed him back, her hands still clutching his hair, her mouth greedy.
He broke the kiss and her eyes slowly opened, alluringly foggy with desire.
“Do you see why I like the taste of you?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Yes,” she whispered her admission, her voice a soft moan.
He buried his face in her throat again, reopening the wound and drinking deep.
“Lucien,” she whispered.
He sucked fiercely, thrilling at the sound of his name on her lips when her blood, just as delicious, surprisingly even more so with the vodka mingled with it, was pouring down his throat. This caused her to gasp yet again and writhe underneath him.
She was done, he knew it. He’d taken enough. Even though he wanted more, his mouth detached and he swept his tongue along the wound. The bleeding stopped instantly. The healing had already begun.
He pulled his body over her and rolled to his side, gathering her in his arms and taking her with him. He tucked her face in his throat, cautious with the still healing wound.
Her breathing was heavy as was her pulse and she whispered with a mixture of disappointment and marvel, “You’re done?”
He shook his head and tightened his arms, drawing her deeper into him.
“I’m not done, pet. You’re done.”
She wasn’t done. He knew it the way she moved restlessly against him.
It wasn’t the feeding she wanted, it was the climax he’d brought her so very close to and didn’t let her have.
Her head tilted back and he tipped his down to face her.
“You can’t be done,” she whispered and it was a soft demand.
“I’m done,” he declared.
“You’re not,” she returned, her voice getting stronger as were her movements, her hands sliding over his body, her own body pressing into his.
“Be still, Leah,” he commanded.
“No,” she refused.
“Leah.”
She pressed closer, her hands moving over his ass, pulling in as she returned, “Lucien.”
He reached behind him, wrapping his fingers around her wrists and pulling her arms around to the front. He rolled to his back, bringing her with him so she was on top, her arms cocked and caught between them. The deep red of her wound was blazing but the skin was closing.
Her eyes narrowed and she pressed her soft hips into his still hard ones, demanding, “You can’t seriously think we’re finished.”
“I know it.”
“You’re in a state!” she observed angrily.
“It’ll pass.”
“I’m in a state,” she informed him, her anger escalating at her need to point out her condition.
He left her hands trapped between them and he circled her with his arms, giving her a small shake before he held her tightly.
“Do you remember this morning?” he asked softly and her brows knitted over ever-narrowing eyes.
“How could I forget?” she snapped.
“This is your punishment.”
She pulled in a sharp breath as understanding dawned.
Then she said on a heavy exhale, “You’re joking.”
“You’ll go unfulfilled until you learn your lesson, pet.”
She blinked, hard and fast, her lips parting in shock and anger.
All vestiges of cute, hilarious, sweet, intoxicated Leah had vanished. Lucien uncharacteristically felt doubt about his decision to carry through with her punishment.